Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Cruising Groove and Crossed Fingers

He's my guy. There's something about a gargoyle riding a pickup that I think can help me out. I'm into good luck charms. I'm into not stepping on sidewalk cracks on my way to watch Patriots games. And crossed fingers and braided hair while watching.

I'm into positive projecting... carrying my umbrella so the sun will shine.

I try to avoid the number 13 except when I can't. And then, I hope to make it my favorite number.

But there are those days the body the mind the culture of survivance can't propel one into the day like a figure skating olympian. And for those days... those cold grey lump of metal days... Those days of irritation and clumsiness when "right" is an uncooperative hand. When the mesh of existence is a loud whine of an unoiled machine and music unwanted collides in a cacophony behind you. On those days nothing works. Nothing is good. They are tight box days that stack themselves in the consciousness like a wall.

For those days I've got my gargoyle riding a pickup. And no, I don't wear him. I created him.

Two notes. I've started a new part time job. And. I have displayed the pickup riding gargoyle before. Its just that recently I've been thinking about wearing him as a good luck charm. Maybe for the Pats games!

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Self Portrait Thursday

Etsy has a self portrait Thursday... I think. Might have my days wrong on that. But, here's my attempt! Must say though, I'm not pregnant! just enjoy my brew! My legs might not be quite so long or my feet so small but a bit of idealizing is okay I think. That's why I'm ice skating in a tutu in July!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Plastic Chairs

Nothing says waiting room quite like linoleum and plastic chairs. Having spent 3 chunks of my life in the past week in these surrounds... I thought I'd express my disenchantment with motor vehicles. (It is amazing how the price of a car repair increases over the estimate by a factor of how many time chunks are spent in plastic chairs. This includes whether nothing was actually done (second chunk) or successfully done (first chunk.)) Though to say disenchantment might be putting it too grand, since I only owned a car for 1 year before I was about 32.

This reminds me of a conversation with my mother, of course. She said why don't Americans just conserve. And I'm like, you mean, spontaneous, without overwhelming necessity, the formerly fattest nation on earth go on, essentially, a collective diet? (I say formerly fattest, as rumor has it the Austrailians have overtaken the U.S. in obesity. Can't we be #1 at anything anymore?)

Maybe diets at the policy level would work... I mean, energy conservation. I don't know. I would not mind never ever driving a rattling money sucking time wasting space occupying oil dripping air polluting resource depleting monument of solo consumption again. That is, if there were a more convenient way to buy groceries.

*regarding this video... apropos of nothing, this was in my head while waiting. If you listen, it will be in your head too. ;P

Friday, July 18, 2008

Name It!

This is for entertainment purposes only... an important purpose and reasonably achievable. Well, I'm easily entertained anyway... I promise kudos to anyone that comes up with a name. How about smooches? Usually when I make something the name and the thingy go to the goal line together. Sometimes the name changes, but, whatever. This odd fellow is in the model state *unnamed.* Being a model, he isn't polished or antiqued yet. (No liver of sulfur yet which would bring out the forms.) Here the poor unnamed one is....

Here's a very nice response from itselemental. And thanks to everyone else that looked and made suggestions (in the forums)!
itselemental says:
His (Gollum) one desire was to possess the ring that had enslaved him. He pursued the ring for 76 years after having lost it to Bilbo Baggins.

During his centuries under the Ring's influence, he developed a sort of split personality: "Sméagol" still vaguely remembered things like friendship and love, while "Gollum" was a slave to the ring and would kill anyone who tried to take it. In The Two Towers, Samwise Gamgee named the good personality "Slinker" (for his fawning, eager-to-please demeanor), and the bad personality "Stinker" (for obvious reasons). The two personalities often quarreled when Gollum talked to himself (as Tolkien puts it in The Hobbit, "through never having anyone else to speak to") and had a love/hate relationship, mirroring Gollum's feelings for the Ring and for himself.
(from Wikipedia)

"Gollum's Obsession"

Well. I'm thinking that's very flattering... but maybe too grand. hmmmmm.....

Sunday, July 13, 2008

My Inner Sitcom

I don't watch sitcoms... don't own a T.V.. But sometimes it does seem like there is an inner need for silliness that without a proscribed outlet (such as T.V.) life will mimic absurdity at the most inconvenient of times. *sigh* Like the other day.

I'd a couple of job interviews lined up. The first challenge besides getting out the door was finding the place. Okay I should've used google but I thought I knew where it was in my scribbled on one page notes kind of way. But it was on WEST Exchange St.. Not Exchange Street. I went to Exchange St downtown... WEST Exchange St is a few blocks away... does not touch Exchange St, nor does it run parallel or perpendicular to it. I found it by asking a couple, a court official, at the post office on Exchange St. and then a limo driver (who was on an unlabeled unsigned WEST Exchange St when I asked him.) By running I arrived only 5 minutes late to an empty office.

The day proceeded from there. Honest, I need to win the lottery.

And the next interview was one of those times when you've forgotten the tape recorder you didn't know you needed because nobody in their right mind would believe the slush being uttered by, well, me. I need a fall back joke list like any struggling comedian in front of a reasonably intelligent mildly judgemental audience who finds you less interesting than road kill. *I do prefer to laugh than to cry even if I'm the only one in the room doing it.*

Now to follow my logic which may, actually, make more sense than New England roads... if I owned a T.V. I'd have a job! Yikes!

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Let's Dance

This is the "Where the Hell is Matt" video that everyone but me has seen. It makes me feel good every time I watch it, so thought I'd repost it here. My favorite is the Demilitarized Zone section, and the Fiji one. But they're all cute. I'm posting the standard quality version, the higher definition paused too much. For the pictures, I'd also recommend putting up with the pauses of the higher definition.
Cheers, mates.